Last September my husband and I packed up our seafront flat in the unique, cosmopolitan, creative and influential city of Brighton & Hove, and moved 100+ miles north to a small, rather obscure town in Cambridgeshire. As two people in our twenties, we left our thriving church of 1,000+ people, our close friends, the conveniences and opportunities of living in a city, the beach, and more.
"But why…?" you may ask.
Haha, good question.
In a nutshell: because our lives are not our own. We belong to the Lord Jesus and we go where He wants us. We have gone from a church community with hundreds of seasoned and mature believers, to help a very small church that began 2 years ago with a lot of new Christians and needy people. It’s challenging, it’s raw, and it’s humbling - but God is doing amazing things and it is an utter privilege to see and be apart of lives being transformed from darkness to light, from glory to glory.
Not to say that we didn’t consider the practical aspects of moving. For us, God telling us to go was enough; our surname is Abraham, after all. But from a “practical wisdom” perspective, there were many reasons why we knew it would be good to relocate: my husband has much better work prospects here, we have family nearby, we were able to buy a decent sized family home (less expensive than city house prices), and there’s something refreshing about the peace and quiet of living in a village compared to the hussle and bussle of city life.
I’ll be honest though - it’s not been all peachy, and there have been times where I have struggled with loneliness and my purpose in being here - but God is faithful and He is developing our faith and character in ways that we never would have grown had we stayed where we were. I’m excited to see what He has for us here. Life with Him is always an adventure!